“I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. The conversation which her entrance had interrupted began to buzz again all around her. Each wing had a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane. “I do love you.
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